Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games, #0.5)

by Suzanne Collins

First avoid the slaughter, Get weapons, look for water. Find food and where to sleep, Fire and friends can keep.

As my eyes sweep the crowd, I see person after person press the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and then extend it to their dead. Our way of saying good-bye to those we cherished.

This came from 12, not the district Rue came from.